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"You're sure?"
"I'm positive. I've checked every damn room in this monstrosity. All of her shit is here, but she isn't."
"Fuck!" I roar, hitting the ignition button as fear and rage surge through me in tandem. They threaten to engulf me, drowning me in a sea of fury. And with nowhere to aim it, I choke on it. "That motherfucker has her."
"Who? John?"
"Yes," I growl, slamming the truck into drive. My hands shake as I peel out of the lot, speeding toward the house. My entire body is numb and disconnected. Maybe that's a good thing. I can't feel the pain if I can't even feel my limbs. "I just got off the phone with Trent. Clive Rucker is his bitch."
"That shady son of a bitch," Kane roars.
"Stay there. I'm on my way, and I'm bringing backup." I hang up with him and dial Zayne, whipping in and out of traffic at a high rate of speed. I don't care if anyone tries to pull me over. Let them. It'll just mean a cop at my house that much sooner because I'm not stopping until I get there.
"Do you miss me already?"
"Get your ass to my house now. Kenna is missing."
Zayne doesn't ask any questions. He just jumps into action. "I'm on the way."
I hang up with him and dial Trent back, trying like hell not to panic. She needs me to keep a clear head right now. I can panic when she's back in my arms, safe and sound. Until then, I need to work the damn problem.
That's how I help her. I work the problem.
Please, God. Please don't take her from me. I won't survive it.
"Kenna's missing," I say as soon as he answers the phone. "Kane is at the house and she's not there."
"She isn't missing, Gideon," he says quietly, something in his tone that threatens to break me wide open. "Clive pulled up at his house with her in tow not even five minutes ago. I already have units on the way."
No. Fuck no. They really do have her.
"I'm getting her back," I rasp. "I don't care what I have to do. I'm getting her back."
"Yeah, we're getting her back, brother," Trent says. "I'll meet you at your place. We'll go together."
Chapter Fourteen
Kenna
"You don't have to do this, Clive," I say for the fifth or sixth time since Clive forced me to get in the passenger seat of his SUV. He tied my hands to the door handle we were inside. I couldn't escape even if I tried. It's not exactly high on my list of things to do, considering we're speeding down the interstate at eighty miles an hour.
"Just stop talking," he says, the same thing he's said every time I've tried to talk some sense into him.
"Whatever he has on you or whatever he's paying you isn't enough for all of this. They know he's involved. It won't be much longer before they figure out that you're his accomplice." I strive to keep my voice calm, as if I'm talking to a frightened animal instead of a dangerous grown man. "You know it won't be."
"Maybe he's my accomplice." Clive glances over at me. "You ever think of that?"
"For about two seconds," I admit. "But you aren't that kind of guy, Clive. You don't want to be doing this at all, do you?"
He doesn't say anything.
"What does he have on you?"
"Everything I own."
I suppose I shouldn't be surprised that he's involved for the money, but I'm disappointed. I've always liked Clive. He's laidback and quiet. That makes him easy to be around. Made him easy to be around.
I'll never look at him the same way again after this.
